Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sweden and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Johnny Clarke to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
Eden Ahbez,
the Germs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Index,
Unrelated Segments,
Minnie Riperton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Hood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barry Ungar,
Ultra Naté,
Sex Pistols,
Silicon Teens,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David McCallum,
Babytalk,
H. Thieme,
Urselle,
Maleditus Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warsaw,
Q and Not U,
Hardrive,
Nas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Cameo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerrie Biddell,
These Immortal Souls,
Bluetip,
Khruangbin,
New Order,
Amon Düül II,
Flipper,
Swans,
Moebius,
Gong,
Outsiders,
Stiv Bators,
Marvin Gaye,
The Grass Roots,
Darondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Popol Vuh,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gories,
John Foxx,
Model 500,
Sixth Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Görl,
Girls At Our Best!,
Severed Heads,
Faust,
Newcleus,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.